I am in complete agreement with the March 20 letter writer who has "about had it with today's chummy restaurant servers who insist on calling me and my wife 'guys.' " I am always extremely careful not to use such lingo, and believe that it is high time that the rest of mankind … oops … oh, boy … no, not "oh, boy"… I mean … um, never mind.
Eric Brinksowner, Minneapolis
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I praise the discerning judgment of the March 20 letter writer. He is my kind of guy, a man after my own heart. If he is correct and a restaurant server's job is to facilitate the diner's experience, then the majority of servers do not deserve the 20 percent tip we leave. The utterance of the first "guy" to the two of us, a heterosexual aging couple, decreases my pleasure in the dining experience. Each subsequent "guy," as in "How were the first bites, guys?" diminishes it further while increasing my irritation and displeasure. Sometimes I will complain, but it takes energy and is done reluctantly. Servers have a hard job that doesn't pay enough. I hate being critical, but my evening is being ruined.
This "guy" thing appeared out of the blue it seems about 10 years ago. It is everywhere: television newscasters, preachers at inclusive language churches, teachers of children, for pity's sake. We're experiencing a relapse into days of old when women were subsumed under the all inclusive "man," mankind, brotherhood. We rose above gender stereotyping in the 50s and 60s, but this flood of "guys" is washing that away.
Words have power. They shape the world. Thought should be given to what rolls glibly off the tongue, to the kind of world we are creating. Who will be its citizens and what will be valued? Bless the letter writer, a problem-solver whose remarks will speak for me. After placing an order in the future, I can gift an oblivious server with a copy and as we leave provide one to the manager. Enough said.
Janet Tripp, Minneapolis
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It seems that now it's trendy to be offended. I am even offended because the March 20 letter is offended about a waitress referring to him and his wife as "you guys." I, a woman, have lived 86 years, and I have never been offended by anybody calling me one of the guys. I suggest that the letter writer get a life and stop his complaining about things that don't really matter.
Janet Llerandi, St. Paul
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